The time is a giant that it does not pardon to anybody

it does not speed up its for youngest,

does not restrain its march for oldest,

it always walks forwards

without paying attention to the journeyed way.

If it guards in the pockets

become dust as like they will become your bones.

If you wear to it

you will not be able to undress its clothes.

If you stop your walk

not it will stop to wait by you.

It does not try to go more express than this

because one will get tired,

 it does not trust going slower than this

it will leave because it back,

be one with the time and

does not treat too much in understanding it,

because until the shining physicists

they are catched in the veil of its mystery.